LOOKOUT
I see a grey ship
Blown by a bent wind
Over a poison sea
Under stars that weep
As they watch it fade
Toward a barren shore
Buried in shadows
That slowly open
Like a door that lies
At the end of a corridor
From which there can be
No returning
But high on its mast
Sits a silent bird
Beneath the darkening sky
As if it’s a guide
To find the last path
Beyond the edge of sight
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